Autumn

Round these parts, conversations tend to take a well trodden path. I'm talking about the weather, of course.
"Cold today, eh?"
"So cold."
"Such rain! My god."
"Warmer next week."
It was something Alexis and I chuckled over, when we spoke. One of many reassuringly familiar aspects of …

"Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold …

I felt a strange sensation this week. I'm calling it the turning tide of the season; a moment of sudden inertia.
In drear, damp London, the day's winding down close to 4pm now. Some days, like yesterday when the rain poured steadily out of a grey sky, flung against the windows by the gusts …